The interior was lined with folds of gun-metal gray Ultra-Suede. Long strands of stones pooled and spiraled across the cloth. The effect was a dizzying kaleidoscope of color that shifted and flashed as Lia moved around the case.
âDo you like it?â Desiree asked. âAl let me do the display.â She glanced over her shoulder at the man at the desk, then lowered her voice. âAl designed the spacer beads and has them mass produced. Iâm not supposed to tell people I assemble this stuff. Ruins the mystique.â
Lia grinned. âI wonât rat you out. How did you wind up working here?â
Desiree shrugged. âI wandered in one day and asked Alâthatâs short for Alfonsoâabout buying some unmounted stones for my grandmotherâs necklace. I wanted to try to fix it. So he asked me some questions and said he could use a helper.â
Lia looked back at Al. His nose was still buried in his papers, a scowl on his face. She couldnât imagine him warming up enough to be congenial. âHow do you like working here?â
âItâs great. Hardly anyone comes in, so itâs nice and quiet and I just sit in the back and play with the stones. Al looks like a sourpuss, but heâs really sweet to me.â She leaned in, confiding. âHis son is really hot and heâs a big flirt. Heâs been hitting on me a lot when Al isnât here, but I donât want to mess with the bossâs son. This is the only job like it that Iâve found and Iâd hate to lose it over sex. I console myself by flirting with the guys rehabbing the house next to mine.
âAnyway, the jewelry is really easy to make. I feel like Iâm one step up from Hobby Lobby.â
âA few more steps than that. The spacers are lovely and Iâm sure the quality of the stones is better.â
Desiree looked back at her boss. âNot that much better,â she said. âI think itâs a hoot that people are willing to pay hundreds for a strand of beads that canât be worth more than twenty.â
âI feel the same way about art. Twenty bucks worth of canvas and paint, and if you have a name, you can sell it for a hundred times that.â
âOh, but painting takes skill. This is easy.â
Lia thought about pointing out that the value was in the design, but decided to keep her mouth shut. In this case, she didnât see much that was extraordinary about the pieces, so maybe Desiree wasnât far from the truth. It wouldnât be the first time the world of fashion repackaged the ordinary as classic and sold it at premium prices.
Lia strolled by the cases, examining the different stones. âIâm familiar with garnets and moonstone, but ametrine, celestite, peridot? Iâve never heard of them before.â
âMost people havenât, unless theyâre rock hounds or crystal freaks. Weâve got an encyclopedia of minerals and stones thatâs four inches thick. Al tells me they discover more gems every day, many of them rarer than diamonds. Diamonds arenât even in the top ten, unless youâre talking about the Pink Star Diamond. Itâs 60 carats. Sothebyâs sold it for 83 million.â
âWow, thatâs almost as much as Christieâs got for Van Goghâs Sunflowers . So when are you bringing Julia to the park?â
3
Monday, April 28
T he Watcher thumped back in his chair and scowled at the offending monitor. He should have expected this. He had expected this; heâd overheard Desiree talking about her date on her cell phone. Heâd been in agony, forcing himself to wait until the optimal time to retrieve the SD card from the camera, all the while hoping the date was a bust. Obviously not, as their ghostly, grappling bodies demonstrated on his monitor.
The quality of the infrared was excellent. It tortured and titillated him as he watched the rude hand shove up under Desireeâs bra. The sound